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The Widow in BlackA Poem by David Lewis PagetShe wanders the streets and alleyways When the nights are black as pitch, Under a starless canopy With the Moon drowned in a ditch, Th.. |
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mécanismeA Poem by Dana Alsamsampaper cutouts of our hearts litterthe city sidewalks of each others mindsdeveloping from the side like a photo print,returning in alchemistic understa.. |
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The Valley of Maggie GreyA Poem by David Lewis PagetI was born and bred in a valley, It was all that I ever knew, The cows grazed out in the pasture and The cottages were few. I gre.. |
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Last WordsA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe ice drew lace on the window panes We couldn’t see out for a week, The air had frozen and blocked the drains And my tears we.. |
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The Beautiful PeopleA Story by Summer GraceFlash Fiction/Short Story |
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Spring Blossoms at Colma CemeteryA Poem by Summer GraceSpring blossoms andCemetery stones youthAnd death as the blossomsUnfold, pink above the deadThe blossoms blow inThe breeze above theCemetery stones on.. |
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California CemeteryA Poem by Summer GraceCalifornia Cemetery inThe rain palm treesIn the gray worldOn a gray day standDripping with rainThrough the mausoleumWindow she watchesThe rain fall th.. |
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The DiagnosisA Poem by David Lewis Paget‘Why do you stay by the window, Jill, Why do you stand and stare? There’s nothing to see but the sentinels, The names of .. |
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HundredsA Poem by Aura InannaI can't imagine–that number, those graves. -Aura |
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Disturbing the DeadA Story by Eric RThe gate's iron hinges creak softly shut, leaving me standing alone, still and quiet. Jutting out into the blackness grotesque creatures of stone c.. |
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Victoria AvenueA Poem by DandelionAnd each night, they meet once again... |
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Restless BonesA Chapter by J. LandFor those who wander... |
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Woman In the BoxA Story by Darkened_drearBloodied walls.The devil calls as midnight tolls.Demons screaming my name.I scratch at these walls.Screaming at you ..you bitter b***h to free me from.. |
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Ghost ChildrenA Poem by gabiaimeeThere was a playground next to the cemetery. |
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